In Between Days

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be. Charles Bukowski

Love Letters to Stephanie


Months

6 since I saw you 5 since I heard you4 since I read you 6, 5, 4 4, 5, 6 Numbers. Time. Distance. The other day there was a package on my doorstep. I didn’t remember ordering anything. I hoped it would be from you. How absurd.How silly. How sad. What do you suppose I…

Letting Go

Yesterday, on the way home from the doctor, I pulled up to a stop sign behind an 18 wheeler with Iowa plates. His mud flaps said Des Moines. I thought about following him but he eventually turned left and I kept straight. Several weeks ago, as I was leaving Wal-Mart, there was a 4-Runner in…

Raggedy Anne and Bart-Holo, A Love Story

I tried to sign up for a dating app this afternoon. By tried, I mean I filled out the 20 minute questionnaire and attempted to say kind things about myself that some other person might find appealing. I was feeling just sort of ok with the whole process and then the app wanted me to…